Obscure episode 29
OBSCURE 🏚️ 🗝
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BY RUTHIE LEE 🌸 🌸
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CHAPTER 29.
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“Straighten your back, you’re a lady!” Betty scolded her daughter, as they both stood quietly in front of the Miles cottage, waiting to be answered.
Martha glowered at her mother before straightening her back.
The door to the Miles cottage opened and John, Gregory father walked out with a happy grin on his face.”.
“Betty, Martha, so nice to have you here, we’ve be waiting, please do come in.” John smiled, opening the wooden for both women to walk in,side.
The familiar interior of the cottage came into sight as Betty and Martha walked in, and Martha scrunched her face when she saw the big round and plumped boy stuffing his face in mashed potatoes.
“Hello Martha, Mrs. Brown” The boy grinned, his fat cheeks with freckles popping out on both side of his face.
“Oh Gregory, how nice to see you again.” Betty smiled.
“Oh goodness.” Martha rolled her eyes.
“Gregory, say a proper hello to them, your food ain’t running” John spat, and immediately his son got on his feet, his enormous body, bowing at Betty and Martha.
“Oh its alright.” Betty smiled.
“And Martha, what happened to your hair.?” John asked, disappointed.
“I.. I.. Sleep walked and cut it off by accident.” Martha laughed.
“You’re sure… Unique” John laughed.
“Or maybe weird!” Gregory scoffed, earning a glare from his father and Martha.
“Uhm, Martha, Gregory, why don’t you two wait here at the cottage, and try to get along, Betty and I will be going to meet a few people and discuss some things.” John said.
“So the main reason for all these was for me to court Martha?” Gregory scoffed.
“Yes, now be a man and do keep her company” John said, before beckoning Betty to the door.
John and Betty left the cottage, leaving Gregory and Martha who glared at each other before Martha walked up to a wooden chair beside the door to sit.
They both remained quiet and only the sound of how Gregory chewed his food could be heard.
“Can you at least, eat more like a human.” Martha spat.
“Do not tell me what to do, I am not your dog” Gregory huffed.
“Now how can you be certain about being a dog, when you look like an elephant” Martha smiled.
“Rude.!” Gregory blurted angrily. “People call me healthy”.
“Because food is literally the only thing you think of, can you do twenty push ups..” Martha folded her arms.
“Fifty!” Gregory boasted.
“I bet you could even lie on the floor right now. You’re just bluffing.”
“Leave me be Martha, you’re going to get fat when we get married, I shan’t let my wife look like a tree branch, certainly not, and our kids are going to look enormous, just like me.” Gregory smiled, moving his blond hair back.
“Kids? Excuse me? We are never getting married. Whatever our parents are up to will never work out.” Martha exclaimed.
“I hope it doesn’t, because I do not like you.” Gregory shook his head.
“I do not like you either, so try to talk to your father, you are like the source of all this, if you tell him you don’t want me then it’s over for the both of us, easy.” Martha smiled.
“You’re right. My father would understand, but if we don’t get married who would want to get married to me.?” Gregory asked, wiping his tiny l-ips..
“There are other maiden in Orrander and besides your father works In the castle, who wouldn’t want you, I am titled as a boyish girl, ski-ny and now short haired maiden, you will be judged getting marred to me.” Martha explained.
“But there is nothing wrong being a boyish girl, or having short hair, I’ll think about it” Gregory shrugged.
“How obnoxious” Martha sighed, shaking her head.
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Rosanne got the crown prince’s breakfast, ready and hot, and she got to his room she was surprised to see his door fixed, who did it? She thought.
Breathing in and out heavily, Rosanne gave a light knock on the door and when she heard no reply after three more knocks, she decided to walk in,side.
Stepping into his highness room, Rosanne noticed him standing by the widow and doing nothing, she dropped the tray of food on his bed and was about to walk out of the room when she heard his highness call.
“Rosanne.”..
It was the first time, he would be calling her.
She stopped on her tracks and turned to the boy by the window. She was not only surprised by his highness calling her name, but was also nervous about what he might do, since he was basically unpredictable.
“Ye-ye.. Yes your majesty, I mean your Highness” rosanne stuttered.
Still letting his back face her and looking at the window.
He asked. “Would you ever write your father back?”
Not knowing why the crown prince cared, Rosanne did reply. “I do not know, because I do not know how to write.” Rosanne bowed.
“I know how.”
“I feel like I’ll be crossing a boundary if I ask you to help with a letter.” Rosanne breathed out.
“I do not mind, my soul is tedious, and I do enjoy writing as much as you enjoy listening to me reading the letter. So you cross no boundary ” The crown prince added.
Surprised Rosanne gasped. “Then can I write one today?”
“Certainly.”
Rosanne exited the crown prince room and gasped to herself. Who exactly is the crown prince, one minute he’s this person and the other minute he’s another… She recalled last night and minutes ago, how they sounded so different..
Rosanne shook her head and let the unsophisticated thought in her head down and let it be as his highness who was surely unpredictable.
She couldn’t care less, she just had to look after he safety and grab any nice opportunity the crown prince would offer.
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BY RUTHIE LEE 🌸 🌸